Mother

A mother's perfume
Should smell like heaven.
In her embrace,
You should feel safe,
And at home.
My mother's perfume,
Smells of violence.
It reeks of
Broken promises,
Forgotten memories,
And untaken pictures.
Her embrace
Is cold, icy.
In her arms
I feel further away from home
Than does a sailor,
Lost at sea.
A mother should provide heaven,
My mother provides hell.
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